001 // Don't worry now. It's all under Control.

[creepyshitking]

A. Action for Rita.

[Dexter curls into the warmth of the other person in bed briefly before FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT. Like the quilt goes flying level of what just happened.]

Rita, I'm late. Sorry--I have to go.

B. Action for all of 830 Goldberg St.

[After his minor heart attack he's scoping out the house still in his pyjamas to see if there's

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a. obviously

[justasdamaged]

[Rita's eyes start to open at that. She gives out a tired groan. Did she oversleep? Is it a school day? She rubs her eyes tiredly.]

Okay. See you later.

[creepyshitking]

[He leans over to kiss her cheek before springing out of bed . . . ]

Rita. Rita, wake up.

[justasdamaged]

Hm? [Okay she's getting up for real now. She's doing a double take at what she's seeing. This definitely isn't her room.]

What is this?

[creepyshitking]

[He steps forward to try the door, it's unlocked. But he shakes his head, drawing back from it a minute and looking all around the room for a weapon of some kind.]

What's the last thing you remember?

[justasdamaged]

[Rita is up and out of bed, looking around for a robe. There's a slight panic in her voice.] I don't know. It was just another day. Nothing special happened.

[As soon as she finds one and gets it on she seems to calm a little before something occurs to her.] God. Astor and Cody. Dexter, we have to find them.

[creepyshitking]

[He nods, looking down at his... pyjamas. Whatever, no time.] Wait here.

[justasdamaged]

Shouldn't we-? [Go together? Maybe not. He probably has some kind of training for this since he is on the police force. She'd probably get in the way.]

... Be careful.

[creepyshitking]

[Flashing a quick smile, he's cracking the door ajar to look down the hall--nothing.] Be back in a jiffy. [And then he slips out, shutting the door behind himself.]

[justasdamaged]

[Rita will be in here pacing back and forth waiting for you boyfriend.]

[creepyshitking]

[Lol after going through the whole house he's back, now with fire poker.]

There are children... in the next room. Not Astor and Cody. [He walks past her almost like he's talking to himself, propping the poker against the dresser as he combs through it, absently taking off his shirt.]

This isn't our life. It's like we've been dropped - into someone else's.

It doesn't make any sense. [He seems calmish but he really really needs things to make sense.]

[justasdamaged]

[Rita almost looks relieved until the not Astor and Cody part. Now she's just staring at him obviously distressed.]

How could the kids not be here? This is crazy. Why would they take us and just leave the kids behind?

[creepyshitking]

[Putting on a real shirt, he shakes his head, already starting to change his pants.]

They took everything, Rita. Think about it. Our clothes, our things... well, your things. Your house.

[..He realizes this really probably won't make her stop panicking.]

The kids will be alright. I promise.

[justasdamaged]

[That definitely makes it worse. She's pacing now.]

How can you be sure? We don't even know where they are.

[creepyshitking]

Do you trust me? [He turns to her, now fully dressed like a 1950s gentleman.]

[justasdamaged]

[So adorable, Dexter.] ... I do.

[creepyshitking]

I know they'll be okay. [He turns to take her hands] They're strong, just like their mom.